Devaraj walked down the stairs. He picked up the revolver. He looked at Velraj, then at his daughter’s fierce, defiant eyes.
He whispered, “See? No fear.”
Weeks turned into months. The hatred turned into curiosity. The curiosity turned into late-night coffee on the terrace while she ranted about her lecturers. He started carrying an extra umbrella because she always forgot hers. She started packing two lunch boxes—one spicy for herself, one bland for his sensitive stomach. bodyguard tamil movie
Anjali ran to the train station. She saw him standing at the edge of platform number one, waiting for the express to nowhere.
He opened his eyes. He was alive. His hip—the old wound—screamed in agony. But he looked up at her terrified, tear-streaked face and smiled. The first smile in five years. Devaraj walked down the stairs
“It’s nothing, Anjali,” he replied, releasing her immediately. “Go inside.”
“You do love me,” she said.
Anjali looked up. For the first time, she saw his face without the sunglasses. She saw the scar above his brow, the quiet fear in his eyes. Not for himself. For her.